This is a work of fiction and all characters are 18 or over. Many thanks to Gayle for editing my story! Comments welcome!
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My wife Carol and I have been married for just over 21 years, and have been a steady item for 24 total since we dated in college. For me it was truly love at first sight, as my wife was a cheerleader at the time, and the very first time I ever saw her she was rooting for our football team in her tight sweater and short skirt. She was simply a vision with short blonde hair, electric blue eyes, and the cutest smile you could ever imagine. She was quite petite, standing 5'1", and weighing no more than 110 pounds, and fortunately for me she has managed to maintain her figure ever since. The second I laid eyes on her I knew I had to meet her, and went out of my way to introduce myself and ask her out.
Carol and I hit it off instantly and fucked like rabbits on our very first date. We both possessed a kinky side, which we were pretty open about with one another, and really explored our sexuality. We dabbled in almost everything two people could do together, but never felt the need to include others (we thought about it mind you, but loved each other so much we didn't want petty jealousies to poison our relationship). My role was often Dominant and Carol's submissive, yet we enjoyed a wide range of activities to keep our horny young minds and bodies stimulated. More often than not she liked things a bit rough and I was usually more than happy to oblige.
Early in our relationship we did a lot of role-play, and one of our favorite and most frequent sexual activities was when we played Daddy/daughter. We were both very vocal, and talked incessantly in character during our lovemaking. Carol would most often set the scene, like Daddy coming to visit her at college for parents weekend. She would set things in motion by showering me with kisses, saying, "I've missed you so much Daddy." That of course would kickoff a long night of passion between two consenting adults.
Two years after we were married, Carol gave birth to our only child, a daughter named Kelly. Complications during birth left Carol unable to have additional children, and though we originally wanted more, we felt blessed with a child like Kelly, so one was enough. As our daughter grew up in our small home, Carol and I found it harder and harder to have our naughty play time with an inquisitive set of ears in the house. We had sex often, but it had become a bit vanilla, and our kinky talk/play was limited to nights when Kelly was staying with friends or family.
As Kelly advanced through puberty and started growing into adulthood, I was amazed how much she took after her mother. By the time she was a Junior in high school, she could have been the identical twin of the girl I first met at college. She too had a perky petite figure, complete with her mom's hair and eyes. When she graduated high school her body had filled out and she had simply become a stunning young woman of 18 years.
Being her father, I tried my best not to notice, but how could I not? She was the spitting image of the woman I fell in love with, so I told myself it was only natural. She wore clothing popular with kids these days, short skirts and tight tops, really showing off her supple young form. I sneaked glances every now and then, surreptitiously drinking her in and thinking of my younger, more carefree days with her Mom. I was saddened by the thought that she'd be leaving for college in a matter of weeks, no longer my little girl.
What I didn't know was that my wife was watching me watch our daughter. Unknown to me, Carol had caught me on more than one occasion ogling Kelly, yet never said anything. One Saturday afternoon the three of us were chatting before Kelly headed out with friends for the day, when she bent over to retrieve her keys from the purse she had placed next to her on the floor. It was summer, and she was wearing a thin white pair of capri pants with a tight baby blue top. I couldn't help but look at her perfect ass on display before me, and at first was surprised I couldn't see any panty lines. Upon closer inspection, I found a tiny dark "Y" just above her cheeks, and realized my daughter was wearing a minuscule thong under her tight white pants.
I was completely taken by the lovely sight, and felt a pang deep inside my groin at the erotic vision before me. With regret, I pulled my eyes away before she stood up, and fought to maintain my composure. I quickly glanced over at my wife to see if she had noticed my glare, and she looked back with a sly grin on her face, then cocked her head at me just a bit...busted! I was totally embarrassed at being caught checking out my own daughter, yet Carol looked more amused than upset. Kelly retrieved the keys, slung her purse over her shoulder, and ran out the door waiving good-bye as she went.
As the door slammed shut, Carol moved close to me and whispered softly, "You're a naughty boy, Daddy."
My face must have turned a thousand shades of red, and I could only stammer, "What, errr, what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean Daddy, you were checking out Kelly, weren't you?" she replied with a knowing smile.
"Of course not," I answered back, although without much conviction. My mind raced, and I started to sweat, wondering what my wife would say or do next.
Carol gazed at me for a long moment grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. "It's not the first time I've seen you doing it Ted," she finally said flatly. She then slowly shook her head at me looking somewhat disappointed, turned and walked away.
I stood speechless and alone for a long while. I had been busted by my wife, apparently more than once, staring after our only daughter. After I settled down a bit I tried to make sense of the situation I found myself in. The amazing thing was that Carol did not seem angry with my looking, but appeared more frustrated with the fact that I lied to cover my ass.
I decided the best thing to do was to face the music right away and come clean, not about everything mind you, but hopefully enough to get myself somewhat off the hook. I went looking for my wife, and found her seated in the kitchen sipping a cold drink. I proceeded cautiously over to her and said, "I wasn't checking her out sweetheart, when Kelly bent over I just couldn't help notice the fact that she was wearing a thong. It was pretty obvious under those thin pants."
Carol stared at me rather coldly for a moment, then with an amused look on her face replied, "Oh really, so you weren't checking her out, were you? That's funny, 'cause it sure looked that way to me."
I stammered once again before Carol interrupted me, "It's okay Ted, I don't mind. It's natural for a guy to look at a young pretty bottom." Then with a twisted smile she added, "Even if it is his little girl's."
I felt my face grow hot and knew I must have blushed deeply. There was no way to hide my reaction, so I remained silent and just hung my head.
Carol then said, "Don't worry honey, it's fine -- honestly." I lifted my face and looked towards her again, and she appeared to be pleased with my obvious discomfort. She then smiled at me and stated, "Sit down, I'll make you some lunch." With that the subject was changed and I tried not to think about it, but had a hard time pushing the entire episode out of my mind.
Kelly arrived home early that evening, and we all enjoyed a nice family dinner together. I was uncomfortable, afraid to look at my daughter too long for fear that Carol would think I was purving on our child. Kelly asked permission to sleep at her friends Melissa's for the evening, and we gave our approval as long as it was okay with Melissa's mother, which it was. That meant it would just be Carol and me alone for the entire evening, which would be the first time in months.
After Kelly left, my wife and I settled onto the sofa to watch a movie. It was a silly chick flick that didn't hold my attention, but Carol cuddled up to me the entire time in rapt attention. If she was still upset with me, she certainly didn't show it the way she pressed her body against my own. When the picture ended, she climbed up onto my lap playfully, looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin and asked, "Are you ready for bed Daddy?"
I stared back at her unsure of what to say. Was she simply being her playful self, or was she testing me based on what I'd done earlier in the day? Before I could respond, she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. She then kissed my cheek softly over and over until she made her way to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to get ready for bed now Daddy. Give me 15 minutes, then come tuck me in."
I stared back with uncertainty, then simply answered, "Okay." With that she bounded off my lap and headed towards our room. I sat quietly, contemplating just what she was up to, fidgeting with nervous energy. We had not played Daddy/daughter in ages, and given what had happened I was more than a bit uncomfortable with the prospects of doing it that night. I waited at least 20 minutes, then made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up before bed. When I was done, I splashed cold water on my face and headed off to my room, wondering just what I'd find.
I stood outside the door for a moment and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I noticed it was completely dark inside and started to walk in when I heard, "Is that you Daddy?"
Still somewhat confused as to how I should respond, I simply uttered, "Yes."
"Don't turn on the light yet, okay Daddy?" she answered.
I stopped in my tracks, and replied, "Okay, baby."
I waited with bated breath for her next instruction. When I finally heard, "Come closer, Daddy," I moved silently into the room until I was beside our bed, completely lost in the moment. "I'm gonna turn on the light now Daddy, cover your eyes," she added softly.
I did as instructed and light glowed through my fingers mere moments later. I dropped my hands and was simply stunned by what I saw. Carol was laying on top of our bed, clad only in one of Kelly's favorite summer nighties, pink and short. My wife always wore her hair down, yet sitting on top of her head was one of Kelly's scrunchies, pulling her hair away from her face, just as our only daughter often wore her own. I could tell she also applied just a touch of makeup, adding a youthful glow to her pretty face.